Blue Prelude

Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,
Let me go 'way from this lonely town.
Won't be long till my song will be true,
'Cause I know I'm on my last go round.

All the love I could steal, beg, or borrow
Wouldn't heal all this pain in my soul.
What is love but a cradle to sorrow,
With a heartbreak ahead for your goal.

here I go,
Now I know why I'm leaving,
Got the blues,
How can I lose?
Goodbye!